When the Firecracker was three years old, he started preschool. The first one came highly-recommended by a friend, but wasn't good for my kid -- one day I came to pick him up and found a teacher dragging him down the hallway, yelling at him. Outta there. The next one was a small, in-home, slightly crunchy, Montessori school. When the teacher was kicking him out of that after less than a week, she handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
"He's the wildest kid I've ever seen in twelve years of teaching," she told me. "Call these people."
The number led me to Child Find, the organization? governmental office? fine folks? who get children into special ed. I believe that they're supposed to do all their testing and get the kid into school within 30 days. It took them four months with us.
There's at least one preschool classroom in Seattle just for children who are impulsive and aggressive. For whatever reason, it took the placement people over a month to suggest that might be the best place for my son. Sigh. Whatever. It's all over now. Anyway, if that's what you're dealing with, ask about Room 3 at the Bailey Gatzert school. It was great. The Firecracker had to leave after just six weeks when we moved out of the Seattle School District, and I still miss it.
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